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-- No, I think this bland character is actually the most arrogant of all those gathered. Everyone else is just… people, but he’s all mysterious and gloomy. It’s like he really wants to stand out, but he’s lacking in both looks and taste in clothing... Though, maybe he’s a good fighter. We’ll see!
- For me, he’s nothing. I’m just following tradition, since that’s what’s expected here, - Lady feigns a subtle smile, detecting a certain subtext in Amadeus’s words. - Let him fulfill what he signed up for and please the eternally melancholic masses.Author
-- If he doesn’t screw up because of his own seriousness... A good choice – I like to think that he’s grinning and blushing under his helmet, like a virgin when you finally notice him. -- Gunnlaug quips. -- A funny guy.
- Maybe. The more metal, the longer the weapon, the more elaborate the attire – the more complexes there are, - a thoughtful finger touches his cheek. - It turns out that in such a competition, everyone is initially at a disadvantage.Author
Melody is too busy choosing a new rhythm to understand this silent question... and GM is too stupid for it
The same lukewarm finger briefly touches her neck to get her attention. - And what do you think, darling? Who will your "favor" go to?
-- I don't think I'm going to participate in these games... someone might get offended, -- the half-blood shook her head gloomily. -- And frankly, I'm not really interested. I mean, I like tournaments, lots of people, everyone dressed up, having fun, offering wine, it's quite fun to watch the battles, but to root for someone – that's not for me.
Added 1 hour 20 minutes ago Lock, are you going to set it up? Buff the nameless with a spell? I'd like to finish playing with the cavalry today and at least start with the infantry.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
Lock, are you going to place a bet? Buff the unnamed unit with a spell? I'd like to finish playing with the cavalry today and at least start with the infantry.
Don't. Otherwise, Cassius might overhear and buff himself too. And there was a good school for betting on battles in Calcite, with Tylotti the First and the masked face...🤣
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
- They can, they can. The more fluff a little man has, the less real significance he has. As you know. So, team, let's go?
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Added 1 hour 20 minutes ago Lock, are you going to set it up? Buff the nameless one with a spell? I'd like to finish the cavalry today and at least start with the infantry.
No, I won't do anything. I always sucked in expeditions on random maps, and let everything else happen naturally.
While Voldemar is waiting for “something,” Yashur, bored, browsed through the character sheets again and discovered a shortage of 2 charisma points for Sandar (11 willpower - 4 discard = 7), an extra 10% block chance for him (100 base + 100 berserk + 110 strength = 310), and an extra 60% block chance for his companion (100 base + 60 strength = 160).
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
While Voldemar waits for "something," the Lizard, bored, browses through the spellbooks again and discovers a shortage of 2 charisma points for Sandor (11 willpower - 4 discard = 7), an extra 10% block chance for him (100 base + 100 berserk + 110 strength = 310), and an extra 60% block chance for his companion (100 base + 60 strength = 160).
The best in the world at work.
Added 7 minutes later Cassius vs. Demetrius Cassius wins initiative Cassius hits the helmet: hit, Demetrius remains in the saddle Demetrius hits the shield, Cassius remains in the saddle. The first clash goes to Cassius.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
Cassius wins the initiative. Cassius strikes the helmet: hit, Demetrius remains in the saddle. Demetrius strikes the helmet, miss. Second clash in favor of Cassius.
Cassius strikes the helmet: hit, Demetrius remains in the saddle. Demetrius strikes the helmet, miss. Cassius wins.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
The plump and well-fed Cassius makes it to the finals, where Gautier and Noname are already waiting for him "for dinner":D It's funny that there are three finalists. Perhaps the GM didn't have enough imagination to bring the number of participants to 16 some extraordinarily epic final is expected...
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
Raimund vs. Gautier Raimund wins the initiative. Shield strikes: 44 against 20: Raimund maintains his position, Gautier maintains his position, Gautier wins the clash.
Helmet strikes: both hit, Raimund is unhorsed, Gautier is unhorsed, both are able to continue the tournament: a draw.
Helmet strikes: both hit, both are unhorsed, both are able to continue the tournament: a draw.
The opponents, having removed their helmets, shake hands to the applause of the crowd. The blows were so strong that their visors were dented. — It’s been a while since we last fought! — the constable smiles. Attentive spectators could notice that there was one less tooth in this smile. — Another couple of clashes, just for fun? — Gautier drawls, blood trickling from his nose. — There won’t be another tournament for at least six months, you know. — And that’s a good thing, otherwise I’ll meet the next anniversary without any teeth!
After this extremely courteous conversation, they clear the lists for the next participants.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
Cassius wins the initiative Cassius strikes the helmet: hit, Demetrius remains in the saddle Demetrius strikes the helmet, miss Second clash in favor of Cassius
Cassius strikes the helmet: hit, Demetrius remains in the saddle Demetrius strikes the helmet, miss Cassius wins
Cassius was disappointed in Demetrius. He had expected more from his opponent than he was able to show. But a victory is a victory, even if it wasn't particularly challenging. After the duel, Aurelius thanked his opponent for the clash and waited for the next one. Before it began, the knight, as usual, carefully examined both his opponent and his horse.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
Osbert vs. the Nameless One
The Nameless One wins the initiative.
Helmet strikes: both hit, both are knocked from their saddles, both are able to continue the fight.
Helmet strikes: both hit, both are knocked from their saddles, both are able to continue the fight.
Helmet strikes: both hit, both are knocked from their saddles, both are able to continue the fight, Osbert the Healer is injured.
-- Injury! Two-minute break, then the fight continues!
Osbert dismounts and removes his helmet, trying his best to maintain a stoic expression – his will is enough to wave to the spectators, but as soon as he reaches the healers, his face contorts in pain.
-- You faceless creature... right under the breastplate.
It doesn't take much intelligence to understand that the viscount has a broken right collarbone – his right arm can barely move.
-- Osbert, hold on! Don't disgrace the country! Just one, one lucky hit – and he'll go down and won't get up, -- Raimund pats the nobleman encouragingly on the shoulder, causing the latter to let out a stifled groan. -- Come on, healers, give him something for the pain, time is ticking.
-- Go to the Void, Raimund... I don't need to lose an eye.
-- You have to, brother, you have to, people are watching, pull yourself together!
-- I don't need anything anymore.
Added 8 minutes ago Author
- They can, they can. The more fluff a little man has, the less real significance he has. As you know. So, team. Let's go?
-- Let's go, let's go! Tell me when you want to play something of your own, and we'll adjust.
One bout before the final round, while the healers patch up the viscount, Gunnlaug and Amadeo compare their winnings on the bets.
-- And I told you that you should have bet on the edgelord, -- the northerner smirks. -- If he wins now, I'll have more than fifty silver.
-- Yes, I understand, I understand, -- Amadeo drowns his sorrows from the failed bets with hot wine. -- Tifa's intuition is something else. Melodi, you were going to bet, right?
-- I'll bet everything I have in the final – let's see if you'll still be bragging about your winnings.
-- Everything? And if you lose?
-- Of course, I'll go to a brothel, and in the morning I'll beg in the square... Why do I need money? I won't find a better tool, I already have food and shelter.
-- Solid, can't argue with that.
Added 17 minutes ago
In the final, everyone fights everyone, bets are only on who will take what place.
Added 24 minutes ago AstralLein
Ottar returns home to sleep. He didn't drink blood again, but what can you do... he has had to go without food for weeks. Blood... it is both ubiquitous and extremely rare.
He is tormented by blood nightmares again, but Ottar can still start a new day, albeit with a loss of 4 units of sanity. At least he is physically healthy now.
Added 7 minutes ago Zlobny Yashchur
- I don't even know what to say... Maybe she takes "processed victims" to the academy for experiments? Under the guise of "volunteers"... That's her "business"... And this Tomasz has some kind of "share"... - No, that's nonsense... Besides, these "vegetables" seem to walk around the streets afterwards... - Or maybe they walk around after the "experiments"? - Nothing useful comes to mind... And this guy, he's probably just an "executor" for them. He probably doesn't know anything useful...
- Either the witch is the leader and is now "making a run for it", or she has gone "higher up", and then I don't know what they have in mind... - Well, I'm going to the alchemist, I guess. Maybe he really has something useful. Anyone want to join me? - the last question is addressed to the "brothers in faith".
-- So, detectives?! Who are we killing today? -- Vol demar barely manages to finish speaking when the sheriff arrives at the town hall – a large, graying man who smells of beer even more than the drunkard from the tavern. -- My guys are ready. The slums are cordoned off, two squads with sergeants are going to storm.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
-- Well, detectives? Who are we taking down today? -- Voldemar barely finishes speaking when the sheriff arrives at the town hall -- a large, gray-haired man who smells of beer almost as much as a drunkard from the tavern. -- My men are ready. The slums are surrounded, two squads with sergeants are moving in for the assault.
- A witch who deprives people of their sanity and more. And her accomplices. - Voldemar replied. - We don't know exactly how many there are. Maybe many, or maybe very many... How many of you are there? - I just need to stop by the alchemist on the way... - Can you lend me your cloak, brother? You probably won't need it right now... But a couple of extra spells wouldn't hurt me.... - addressed to Arno.
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
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